Everyone says I’m fair,
and a very capable leader.
I practice democracy,
and only use force when necessary,
but sometimes I don’t really believe it.
I fell to Earth when Metatron locked the gates,
a man who thought of me favorably because I was in par with Michael’s leadership,
a man who threw all of us out of our home.
After falling I took a vessel,
my vessel gave consent but I took her away from her husband,
only to hurt her.
I felt bad,
and I didn’t want her to suffer much longer,
so I let her go.
I left Castiel on that bridge so my vessel could be free.
While I possessed her I got to know Castiel,
everyone said he was the rebellious angel,
the monster that killed hundreds of our brothers,
but all I saw was a broken man who was sorry.
I might have loved him,
and I think he did too.
In the end I was killed because I was too kind,
My only regret is not saying the words,
saying the official words,
because he might have known my feelings,
but I never got to say I love you.